Last weekend, the Oakdale Plunge raised over $56,000 for the Hudson Youth Department and the Fire Department’s Water Rescue team! I was the emcee for the event, mostly, because I enjoy asking the “plungers” – “Do you have any last words?”
It was 2016-ish, when Lance Wheeler said to me, after I organized a Bed Race or two, “I have an idea for you! People jump into cold water to raise money for a good cause.”
I helped organize year one, but quickly passed the torch. Because, yeah, no. Emcee-ing this event is the extent of my level of participation. (That, and baking cookies for three hours.) We all have to do our part.
Pride parades and Bed Races, and countless drag-ish events, tired me out. Nowadays, I’m happy typing behind a computer ABOUT events, not actually organizing them.
Here’s an image from one of the first events I organized in Hudson. This came up on a memory feed today. DJ Gio and I put together Trixie’s Whorehouse parties for a few years. (This had to be 2009, maybe 2008, there was no facebook, just myspace! Yeah, I know, right? How old is this? There are kids today who do not know what myspace is, nor should they, really. Remember those website backgrounds of repeating wallpaper images and bad audio…ugh!)
I was in drag, at the door, collecting cash. This is why “Trixie” wears boots, because I trusted NO ONE with the cash. I did not even trust it in my purse. The cash was at the bottom of my boot. You’d have to pull them off my lifeless body. I wore a three-inch heel, max. In those days, Hudson had a little more of an edge, a drag queen had to be able to RUN at any time.
You put a drag queen at the door and it changes the vibe in the room. It tells everyone that this space is different. It sets a mood.
It was an amazing period in Hudson
Anyway, enough. I’m just a middle-aged drag queen reminiscing about days gone by. Meanwhile, there are some great events happening here in this town this month. See below.
PS – but, you were able to walk down to Kennedy’s Fried Chicken on Warren Street at all hours, and get a little warm sweet potato pie for a dollar. Yes, I pulled a dollar from the bottom of my sweaty boot. Living on the edge! Today? yeah, no. I can’t imagine…